Falling In Love Novels & Stories

"Ivana, my life was full of sorrows and guilts. I was in darkness, just as this woods. But then, you came to my life in the most unexpected way, in most unexpected time. But I'm glad you came into my life. I thought I was in love earlier. But you made me feel the warmth of love. It is you who made me feel loved. You lighten my life just like these lights. I don't want to loose this light in my life. I don't even want to feel the fear of losing you any more. I'm sorry I took a lot of time to realize it. I want you in my life, together till the end of my life. I want to live this life with you. I want to love you and cherish you all my life cause I have completely, madly and truly fallen. Fal

You can truly be yourself and are just in the moment all the time. And then comes the bad kind of falling. The falling apart. The thing is, you don't realize that the love you were experiencing was the good kind of falling, until you hit the ground. And it didn't hurt while you were falling, it was only when you landed that you felt the pain. When first loves end, we try hard to get the feeling back, to hold onto it forever, but it's the love that we should be after, not the person who first brought this love back to the surface of our being.

It should feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like falling. Maybe that's what love is. Choosing to fall and trusting someone to catch you. Even when the ground is rushing up to meet you. Even when you're not sure there's anything left to land on. Even when every logical part of you screams that this is a terrible idea. You fall anyway. And hope like hell it's worth it.

A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, reminiscent of a shy boy giving his first kiss to a girl he adores – sweet and innocent. The kiss lingered with emotion, leaving them both breathless. Emily buried her head in his arms, gathering courage for a long time before asking, "How did you decide you've fallen for me?" She added in a quieter tone, "The emotional kind." Murray looked up at the dark blue starry sky, sighing. Loving someone wasn't easy; it required more than just feelings – it needed reasons. His usual demeanor was cool and stern, and his features were sharply defined, adding a touch of melancholy that was almost mesmerizing.

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.

Forget what you think you know about love because it is not real. To love you need to take that risk, you need to make that choice to fall. If you do not fall in love and experience that love, then it is not worth taking that risk at all. Falling is easy but love is hard. If love is hard, how easy would it take someone for what they are? To me, near impossible, I want to fall in love but I cannot give someone who I truly am. I would rather deal with my broken bones than a broken heart,

I just don't want to be in love with her yet. Our wolf's were so in love with each other, and it made me wonder when it'd be our turn to fall in love. But what fall in love??? Whoever made that phrase did the worst. Why would he/she use the word falll, what if someone breaks his or her leg while trying to fall in love. I mean......whoever falls is sure to get a cut, scratch bruise or even a broken leg.... Forget it, you might not understand what I'm saying. My head is a mess.

Divya cut her in between "Okay anyways, there is only a week left for the wedding and I have so much work being from both the groom's side and the bride's side, now let me go!!! okay bye!" "bye" Meera said reluctantly. She wasn't assured. she wouldn't be if he were any other guy either. She hadn't been in a relationship ever, she was scared of intimacy, what if he expected love - physically or mentally! that was a concept alien to her! forget kiss, she barely even hugged anyone. She hated physical touching of any kind! it just sent some chills down her spine. Neverthless, she did what she never thought she'd have to do, helplessly rest her destiny to the gods.

And l winced at the sound of her sharp voice. “Girl can’t you see? Dylan is the unpleasant dream that you need to wake up from”, Astrid half yelled. “From what you just told me, it’s clear that he never loved you. People don’t cheat on the people they love. It’s over between you two, why can’t you see that?”. “Astrid l know”, I replied. Tears starting to sting the corners of my eyes. “It’s just that when you’ve spent so much time loving someone. It’s hard to feel anything else except love for them”, I cried.

It was just time. "Time to fall in love," Panni whispered as he reached her, her hand slipping into his. And for once, there was no "but." There was only the "and." And they lived. [Watch Out for the Next Chapter]